We enrolled Rick in the bilingual pre-school at the Église Américaine on the Quai d’Orsay. We’d walk down the Avenue George Mandel to the Place du Trocadéro, where Rick would catch today’s first view of the Tour Eiffel: “Ooooh, Daddy! Yook at dat Eye-fo Tower!” I’d kvell at his surpassing cuteness, and we’d proceed.
One foggy morning, as we emerged from behind the Palais de Chaillot, one could see only the lowest third of the Tower. Rick startled: “Ooooh, Daddy! Yook at dat Eye-fo Tower! It’s all full of sky!”
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